Twisted Revenge by A.ZChaudhry

Chapter 30 part I

ALESSIO

We arrived at our destination and Avelina was constantly bouncing her knee up and down. There was a divider between the driver and us, so he couldn't hear what we were talking about or even see us, but I could. It was a one-way mirror. No way would I stupidly blind myself in a car with a driver, no matter how loyal he had been. I reached my hand out and placed it on Avelina's knee, "You show outside what your most vulnerable state feels like in private. Stay calm."

The driver parked the car when I got outside. Going to Avelina's side, she had already opened the door when I placed my hand out for her to hold. She delicately placed that gorgeous hand of hers within mine as I pulled her to her feet. She adjusted her dress as the driver closed the door behind. She was sweating when I took out a handkerchief and dabbed at her forehead, "No one would say anything to you as long as you fake confidence."

She whispered, "And what if they do?"

I stared at her, right into those beautiful eyes that could be seen with the mask on when I held her hand and pulled her along, "Then they are answerable to me."

*

The party was going in full swing when the don of I don't know which mafia came to our table, "Monsieur." These shitheads had the habit of greeting in French even if they led the group of the sewage systems.

I nodded and shook his hand when his gaze flicked towards Avelina. My insides growled and I wrapped my arm around her body, pulling her into me when I deliberately let my fingers rest on her lower stomach, closer to her pussy. He saw that motion and his jaw ticked when he smiled a forced one, "Who is this beautiful lady if I may ask?"

"She's my wife. If I was you, I'd rethink."

He didn't answer anything but just left with his jaw as tight as bolts. Fucking prick.

The announcement came over the microphone for the dance when I got up and held out my hand for her to hold. Avelina thought for a few seconds before she slowly placed her hand in mine and got up. Wrapping my whole hand around hers and never wanting to let go, I pulled her to the center of the stage. She was looking fucking hot in her dress, her one naked leg visible, her breasts pronounced and that mask on her eyes. Fucking beautiful. Drop dead gorgeous.

The dance started when she held one hand of mine and placed the other on my shoulder. With my lips in a straight line and my teeth grinding against each other, I placed the other hand on her waist, pulled her closer and started to dance slowly.

I cursed myself for this because I knew and I could see what this girl was doing to me.

I never said that I didn't like it or that I hated it or loathed it. It just....petrified me. The first one was quite brutal, the second would be the death of me.

We kept swaying to the music and whenever the beat would increase, I would increase the pace. Holding her finger, I helped her spin when midway, I seized her waist and pulled her flush against my chest. She intook a harsh breath but went on with the flow, surprising me with how much she had learned in those two weeks. It was honestly surprising.

"Don't be too sudden, I might fall and make fun of myself-"

"I would never let you stumble, let alone fall."

She looked into my eyes when I cast them anywhere but her. Her light was too powerful, enough to perish sinners like us. She kept gazing at me when I felt the silence hanging between us get uncomfortable and heavy. I wanted something to break this heavy glass between us when she herself was the one to do it.

"Is this all part of the play?"

I know what she was asking but I couldn't bring myself to tell her the truth. Truth always starts a road of misery and one is bound to suffer till the end and finally rot in flames. Just this time, I wanted my girl not to know that the flames had consumed me. I wanted to tell her, wanted to put it out in the open, but I also knew that my confirmation would reach my bones and rot me to death.